For, for a while there was a REALLY good possibility for me to be moving to Texas for a job at GM. However, GM in the area I already live in called me yesterday to schedule another drug test and this may be the time they finally hire me here. If Arlington calls me for an assessment before I get called to work here, I'll probably refuse the position here and play the waiting game with Texas. I have my bills mostly under control now. I only owe $250 of the ER bill that was around a grand from earlier this year. My phone is caught up, and besides that I just have to pay for my internet which is caught up now (and my bro owes me a bit for from his previous lack of payments that I inherited.) I don't need the job as desperately as I did. I fucking fought my way through it and I did it.
The plants haven't been hiring full time for years now, but they're bumping a bunch of temps to being official workers. They're probably bump the temps who've been there for the last 10 years of them not hiring full timers, but it means there's a shot at being an official GM worker in the next few years. Which means being able to transfer to a different GM plant. Texas hopefully. Or anywhere. I want out of this state.
But since I'll be able to live at home while I work there, I'll be saving at least $600/month since I won't have to pay for rent (besides whatever I throw my dads way) and utilities and such.
I'll be able to save up for school. Not at IPFW. Anywhere but IPFW. But we have Ivy Tech, ITT Tech, and St. Francis. Or I can just save for a few years and go to a nicer more expensive Uni when I move.
Whatever. I don't care. I'm just glad I can finally start moving forward instead of working so hard but going nowhere.
XoXo,
S
I guess I forgot to post this? oops.
September 27, 2012
sigh of relief
I was freaking out about accidentally making two internet payments instead of one (the total was what I owed in back payments, but I didn't want to pay it all at once). I thought i was going to be near negative for the next 2 weeks. One of the payments didn't go through, so when my birthday rolls around I'll have money to eat, and have cake and be happy. And I have gas in my car. And I may be able to get my oil changed. My life... It's just been working.
I think I'm going to buy a few skeins of one-pound yarn and a really big crochet hook and make myself a 3 strand full size blanket. Or make it to sell. Whatever. I'll figure it out later. I originally thought about pink and white since I already have 1lb skeins of those, but I also really want a good teal blanket. Maybe made from a strand of black, a strand of blue and a strand of green. Or colors of teal and aqua and black. Or those and white. I want to try the multiple strand technique regardless.
My birthday is next Saturday. It's not that it's exciting or anything. It's not a special number of any kind. Maybe I'll bleach out my roots and finally dye my hair. :D
XoXo,
S
I think I'm going to buy a few skeins of one-pound yarn and a really big crochet hook and make myself a 3 strand full size blanket. Or make it to sell. Whatever. I'll figure it out later. I originally thought about pink and white since I already have 1lb skeins of those, but I also really want a good teal blanket. Maybe made from a strand of black, a strand of blue and a strand of green. Or colors of teal and aqua and black. Or those and white. I want to try the multiple strand technique regardless.
My birthday is next Saturday. It's not that it's exciting or anything. It's not a special number of any kind. Maybe I'll bleach out my roots and finally dye my hair. :D
XoXo,
S
September 23, 2012
customers...
You know what? You know fucking what?
Some people aren't cut out for fast food. By that I mean they aren't cut out for EATING it. For being a customer of a fast food restaurant. If you want everything fresh, top quality at ALL times, made perfectly the first time and all for a great price? Go to a sit down restaurant quality is expected, or go to taco bell where you can feed a family for less than $30.
For the absolute best food, served with a smile; don't got a business run by teenagers, college drop outs, single parents trying to raise 4 kids and those of us who are struggling to get an education who are bitter about how little they seem to do no matter how hard they work.
Unless you focused on the fries from the time they came up to the time they made it to your tray, don't fucking tell the fry person they aren't fresh (especially if they don't look old). Don't tell us you ordered food that isn't on the receipt. Even if you did, you didn't pay for it, did you? No.
I'm going to let all of you self admitted fast food ass holes know something... It's really important. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL TO US. No matter how much we have to fake smile at you, no matter how much the highest level of management wants to pretend... You, the individual who bitches because there was a piece of lettuce on your sandwich when you asked for none, YOU who fries that weren't just up from the fryer, YOU who bitches because by the time you go home your soft served ice cream was all melty. You aren't special to us. We do what we have to to get you to shut the hell up about whatever it is that's bothering you, but we don't care about you. You make up a fairly small portion of the overall business.
Even if we never get your very particular order right, losing your business doesn't actually hurt us. Notice how restaurants you swear are the worst ever are still open? Then the problem you were having it probably with YOU. Within a certain amount of reason, certain consistent errors won't effect our business. Most people won't be angry. Most people will continue to eat there and just (for instance) double check their bag to make sure the salad dressing is in there. If you find yourself at home, opening up the bag with your salad in it and realizing the dressing is missing in it for the 20th time , you're a fucking idiot. Just take the two seconds it takes to open the bag and check. Sure, call us telling us you'll never eat here again. We don't like dealing with people like you anyway.
If a cat shits on your bathroom floor every time you leave the door open, you're eventually going to start getting pissed off at the person who left the door open and not the cat. So start realizing that if you KNOW an error is likely to occur, you can prevent it. Easily.
Yeah, quality matters. If a store sucks they'll lose business and it won't be good. Yeah, it's their job to make sure those pickles weren't on the sandwich. You try making minimum wage, getting bitched at by customers all day and see if you care about some poor whiny brats frosty being literally a quarter of a centimeter too low. I can't even afford to eat where I work while working full time. Explain to me again now how I'm supposed to feel bad for you when once or twice I week you don't get your food perfect. You're $10 combo, along with you partners and your kid's $8 meals as well. That $30 order could have fed your family for two days. I don't spend that much on food in a WEEK.
You know who benefits from our stores profit? Not any of us. Until I have that fancy piece of paper claiming I'm brilliant because I spent $50,000 on a higher education there really aren't any other options for any of us, otherwise we'd be working at those places and not here. If we ever manage to afford it that is. Most of us won't.
So basically, before you tell me these fries aren't good enough for your delicate taste buds because they've been up for 30 seconds instead of "fresh," please, for the love of any deity, go fuck yourself.
Some people aren't cut out for fast food. By that I mean they aren't cut out for EATING it. For being a customer of a fast food restaurant. If you want everything fresh, top quality at ALL times, made perfectly the first time and all for a great price? Go to a sit down restaurant quality is expected, or go to taco bell where you can feed a family for less than $30.
For the absolute best food, served with a smile; don't got a business run by teenagers, college drop outs, single parents trying to raise 4 kids and those of us who are struggling to get an education who are bitter about how little they seem to do no matter how hard they work.
Unless you focused on the fries from the time they came up to the time they made it to your tray, don't fucking tell the fry person they aren't fresh (especially if they don't look old). Don't tell us you ordered food that isn't on the receipt. Even if you did, you didn't pay for it, did you? No.
I'm going to let all of you self admitted fast food ass holes know something... It's really important. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL TO US. No matter how much we have to fake smile at you, no matter how much the highest level of management wants to pretend... You, the individual who bitches because there was a piece of lettuce on your sandwich when you asked for none, YOU who fries that weren't just up from the fryer, YOU who bitches because by the time you go home your soft served ice cream was all melty. You aren't special to us. We do what we have to to get you to shut the hell up about whatever it is that's bothering you, but we don't care about you. You make up a fairly small portion of the overall business.
Even if we never get your very particular order right, losing your business doesn't actually hurt us. Notice how restaurants you swear are the worst ever are still open? Then the problem you were having it probably with YOU. Within a certain amount of reason, certain consistent errors won't effect our business. Most people won't be angry. Most people will continue to eat there and just (for instance) double check their bag to make sure the salad dressing is in there. If you find yourself at home, opening up the bag with your salad in it and realizing the dressing is missing in it for the 20th time , you're a fucking idiot. Just take the two seconds it takes to open the bag and check. Sure, call us telling us you'll never eat here again. We don't like dealing with people like you anyway.
If a cat shits on your bathroom floor every time you leave the door open, you're eventually going to start getting pissed off at the person who left the door open and not the cat. So start realizing that if you KNOW an error is likely to occur, you can prevent it. Easily.
Yeah, quality matters. If a store sucks they'll lose business and it won't be good. Yeah, it's their job to make sure those pickles weren't on the sandwich. You try making minimum wage, getting bitched at by customers all day and see if you care about some poor whiny brats frosty being literally a quarter of a centimeter too low. I can't even afford to eat where I work while working full time. Explain to me again now how I'm supposed to feel bad for you when once or twice I week you don't get your food perfect. You're $10 combo, along with you partners and your kid's $8 meals as well. That $30 order could have fed your family for two days. I don't spend that much on food in a WEEK.
You know who benefits from our stores profit? Not any of us. Until I have that fancy piece of paper claiming I'm brilliant because I spent $50,000 on a higher education there really aren't any other options for any of us, otherwise we'd be working at those places and not here. If we ever manage to afford it that is. Most of us won't.
So basically, before you tell me these fries aren't good enough for your delicate taste buds because they've been up for 30 seconds instead of "fresh," please, for the love of any deity, go fuck yourself.
September 19, 2012
I've been weary of blaming the media, but someone needs to be held accountable.
This isn't an issue I honestly think about too often. In fact, I sometimes have felt like it was blown a little out of proportion in the past. But I kinda get it now.
Make-up companies. You're a separate branch of the big evil "media" and you made quite the image for yourself in my eyes this morning. That image is "whiter is better."
When you criticize black musicians for being too pale, you criticize them for something they can't control. Nor is it the fault of fashion models who are black but a much much lighter tone.
But YOU, make-up company... YOU choose who you put out there to represent yourself. You chose pale. You chose white. You chose pale to represent black women. Your foundation that is guaranteed to match all women? You chose the palest of all ethnic backgrounds. There was ONE little pot of foundation that looked like it would work okay on a darker skinned woman, but I have trouble believing that foundation would compliment all darker shades. Your pictures depicted women who could have literally passed as white women with tans (the ONLY defining feature that the black model had that showed her ethnicity was her clearly African American hair).
As someone who tends to fall on the Classic Ivory side of foundations, I tend to not think to much about being too dark to find a good match. Even when I'm tan I go a shade or so lighter just because it keeps my skin tone more natural and even looking. But I fail to see how someone with very dark skin could use a foundation like their 'mocha" and not look like they were attempting to bleach their faces.
There actually aren't a lot of people who are pale. Most people I know actually wear foundation a few shades darker than their natural color just because they feel it compliments them better.
What about the dark skinned women who would feel that it would compliment their skin more to wear a foundation as dark, if not darker than their natural skin color? Where are they supposed to get their foundation?
Why is no one being held accountable for shit like this? How can a company honestly claim to be able to match ANYONE's skin color when they only have ONE remotely dark foundation color? Are darker women not people to?
ALSO
Lovely tabloid about "celebrities who have an unhealthy obsession with their weight"
You know who has an unhealthy obsession with the celebrities weight? The fucking tabloids. The people who read them. Maybe if Jessica Simpson wouldn't have to experience being called a disgusting fat ass every time she left the house she wouldn't "double up on spanx."
You remember doing that to her, right? Imagine having thousands of people sitting there talking about the 10 extra pounds you gained (or didn't gain, I still feel a lot of it was a bad choice of clothing). I think that would make you hyper aware of how you look when you left the house. I'd be fucking terrified to NOT double up on spanx if I knew that the moment I walked out the door a camera would be snapping pictures of me and the world would be calling me fat because I weight 165lbs. We aren't all built to stay thin forever (we aren't even all built to be thin period). The woman has had children now, leave her fucking weight out of this.
PERHAPS IF WE STOP OBSESSING OVER CELERITY'S WEIGHT THEY WOULDN'T HAVE TO ANYMORE EITHER.
That is all.
XoXo,
S
Make-up companies. You're a separate branch of the big evil "media" and you made quite the image for yourself in my eyes this morning. That image is "whiter is better."
When you criticize black musicians for being too pale, you criticize them for something they can't control. Nor is it the fault of fashion models who are black but a much much lighter tone.
But YOU, make-up company... YOU choose who you put out there to represent yourself. You chose pale. You chose white. You chose pale to represent black women. Your foundation that is guaranteed to match all women? You chose the palest of all ethnic backgrounds. There was ONE little pot of foundation that looked like it would work okay on a darker skinned woman, but I have trouble believing that foundation would compliment all darker shades. Your pictures depicted women who could have literally passed as white women with tans (the ONLY defining feature that the black model had that showed her ethnicity was her clearly African American hair).
As someone who tends to fall on the Classic Ivory side of foundations, I tend to not think to much about being too dark to find a good match. Even when I'm tan I go a shade or so lighter just because it keeps my skin tone more natural and even looking. But I fail to see how someone with very dark skin could use a foundation like their 'mocha" and not look like they were attempting to bleach their faces.
There actually aren't a lot of people who are pale. Most people I know actually wear foundation a few shades darker than their natural color just because they feel it compliments them better.
What about the dark skinned women who would feel that it would compliment their skin more to wear a foundation as dark, if not darker than their natural skin color? Where are they supposed to get their foundation?
Why is no one being held accountable for shit like this? How can a company honestly claim to be able to match ANYONE's skin color when they only have ONE remotely dark foundation color? Are darker women not people to?
ALSO
Lovely tabloid about "celebrities who have an unhealthy obsession with their weight"
You know who has an unhealthy obsession with the celebrities weight? The fucking tabloids. The people who read them. Maybe if Jessica Simpson wouldn't have to experience being called a disgusting fat ass every time she left the house she wouldn't "double up on spanx."
You remember doing that to her, right? Imagine having thousands of people sitting there talking about the 10 extra pounds you gained (or didn't gain, I still feel a lot of it was a bad choice of clothing). I think that would make you hyper aware of how you look when you left the house. I'd be fucking terrified to NOT double up on spanx if I knew that the moment I walked out the door a camera would be snapping pictures of me and the world would be calling me fat because I weight 165lbs. We aren't all built to stay thin forever (we aren't even all built to be thin period). The woman has had children now, leave her fucking weight out of this.
PERHAPS IF WE STOP OBSESSING OVER CELERITY'S WEIGHT THEY WOULDN'T HAVE TO ANYMORE EITHER.
That is all.
XoXo,
S
September 10, 2012
perspectives
All things considered, I feel oddly content right now.
I'm finishing crochet projects. I finished my cat pattern blanket, my boss's baby blanket AND the baby blanket for my friend which I put a little scallop boarder on. I've never done borders but I did the shell stitch for the cat blanket so I figured I'd give it a shot. It looks super cute. I'm actually accomplishing things and it feels so good.
On top of that, my boyfriend took me on an epic date day. Flowers (roses!) my favorite chocolates, some hard cider and a controller for the Wii that lets me play old Nintendo games from the Nintendo store. He also replaced the battery in my memory card for the N64 and we got games for that.
On top off all that awesome? he took me to see The Avengers and it was so good. I'm STILL thinking about that movie and I saw it on Friday. Then when we got home we watched Captain America and I suddenly have so much love for HIS character (he's the only one who's movie I haven't seen so I was having much less feels for him.)
I'm working on another blanket. Getting ideas for a new project. Just generally being happy and content. I'm going to have to replace one of my cars tired but I'm almost completely caught up on bills so it's not even a big deal to me. After I pay about $200 to the internet bill ($140 of which my brother will have to pay me back because it back-charges from when it was his bill and not mine) I'll just have to keep up with my month to month payments. No more late feels, no more worrying about my phone getting shut off. Life is just getting better. After I'm caught up my bills will only be about $200 a month. that's only 1/4 of my paycheck with the hours I'm pulling right now. I may be able to start helping with my car even if I DON'T get a second job. But I'm still trying to. 15 hours a week at any minimum wage job will easily cover my car. Nothing else, so I'll have to try to get a job around the area I already spend time at to save me the extra gas.
Rob drove home halfway home last night. I'm going to help him get some driving confidence :) Then help him study to get his permit and then help him study and practice to get his license. I don't expect THAT to happen quickly, but if he's capable of driving I at least know he'll be able to take me to the hospital if I'm injured, or drive me to walmart to get medicine if I have a really bad headache. Feeling lots of pride for my baby.
Life, guys. It's fucking good.
(Also, did I ever mention that despite my fight to get off of closes I've accepted the position and now closing has been 100x's better. I love my new night manager, I don't mind my job because it's EASY and hey, I got 2 days requested off every week and I'm still getting 40 hours. Can't argue with that one. One of those days is even friday.
xoxo,
S
I'm finishing crochet projects. I finished my cat pattern blanket, my boss's baby blanket AND the baby blanket for my friend which I put a little scallop boarder on. I've never done borders but I did the shell stitch for the cat blanket so I figured I'd give it a shot. It looks super cute. I'm actually accomplishing things and it feels so good.
On top of that, my boyfriend took me on an epic date day. Flowers (roses!) my favorite chocolates, some hard cider and a controller for the Wii that lets me play old Nintendo games from the Nintendo store. He also replaced the battery in my memory card for the N64 and we got games for that.
On top off all that awesome? he took me to see The Avengers and it was so good. I'm STILL thinking about that movie and I saw it on Friday. Then when we got home we watched Captain America and I suddenly have so much love for HIS character (he's the only one who's movie I haven't seen so I was having much less feels for him.)
I'm working on another blanket. Getting ideas for a new project. Just generally being happy and content. I'm going to have to replace one of my cars tired but I'm almost completely caught up on bills so it's not even a big deal to me. After I pay about $200 to the internet bill ($140 of which my brother will have to pay me back because it back-charges from when it was his bill and not mine) I'll just have to keep up with my month to month payments. No more late feels, no more worrying about my phone getting shut off. Life is just getting better. After I'm caught up my bills will only be about $200 a month. that's only 1/4 of my paycheck with the hours I'm pulling right now. I may be able to start helping with my car even if I DON'T get a second job. But I'm still trying to. 15 hours a week at any minimum wage job will easily cover my car. Nothing else, so I'll have to try to get a job around the area I already spend time at to save me the extra gas.
Rob drove home halfway home last night. I'm going to help him get some driving confidence :) Then help him study to get his permit and then help him study and practice to get his license. I don't expect THAT to happen quickly, but if he's capable of driving I at least know he'll be able to take me to the hospital if I'm injured, or drive me to walmart to get medicine if I have a really bad headache. Feeling lots of pride for my baby.
Life, guys. It's fucking good.
(Also, did I ever mention that despite my fight to get off of closes I've accepted the position and now closing has been 100x's better. I love my new night manager, I don't mind my job because it's EASY and hey, I got 2 days requested off every week and I'm still getting 40 hours. Can't argue with that one. One of those days is even friday.
xoxo,
S
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